Flawed Deductions (Yandere!L x Reader)

(Chp. 4) Strawberry Cake

-----Reader's POV-----

   "Perfect! I'm here before him." You happily say to yourself as you walk to a little table near the corner of the cafe. This is such a cute little place! It's like a fancy little café you would see in a movie. You think to yourself as you admire the cute little round table and the chairs with fancy metal designed backs.

   "Would you like to order now, honey?" The waitress asks, pulling a pen and notebook from her apron pocket.

   "Well, I'm waiting on a friend so I will order when they get here, if that's okay." You reply with a smile. The waitress smiles at you warmly then nods her head as she walks off to another table.

   "I hope it isn't strange, us meeting outside of school." You remark quietly to yourself as you fold your hands together and place them on your lap.

Your thoughts begin to wander as you wait for Ryuzaki to show up. Thoughts about the first time you met the man, the way he walked, his dark eyes. There was just something interesting about him. You felt compelled to get to know him, possibly even befriend him, and this 'date' was the start to it all. Seeing as how you were lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice a new, rather peculiar, customer enter the cafe.

-----Ryuzaki's (L's) POV-----

I walk into the cafe, half expecting (f/n) to be there already, half expecting her to not be. My eyes begin to scan the people sitting at the tables, looking for that certain (e/c) eyed girl. Within seconds I spotted her, she was sitting at a small, round table tucked into the corner of the cafe.

She was sitting in the chair facing towards myself and the door, her features calm and it appeared as if she was focused on her thoughts. I noticed she hadn't ordered anything yet, she must be waiting on me. I think to myself as my eyes shift to her face, her thoughts causing a small smile to form on her lips and causing her brilliant (e/c) eyes to contain a slight sparkle. My gaze then travels to her gorgeous (h/c) locks, cascading around her face and creating a (h/c) tinted backdrop for her remarkable features.

The door to the cafe opens abruptly and bumps into my back, causing me to realize I was still standing by the entrance of the shop. I hadn't moved since the moment I spotted (f/n)'s figure. The sound of apologies, from the woman who had hit me with the cafe door, could be heard throughout the small place. The rather loud conversation catching (f/n)'s attention as she looked towards the source of the noise. Our gazes locked together, my dark eyes with her (e/c) ones. After a few seconds I began walking over to the table that (f/n) was seated at, as I reached the table, the girl stood up. She greeted me with a 'hello' and a small curtsey, I answered with a slight bow and a 'nice to see you'. Afterwards we sat down and silence ensued. During the silence I was studying (f/n), the happy look that had graced her features earlier was now gone, replaced with a tinge of nervousness. I wonder why she is so nervous, could it be that she is hiding something? I question inside my head, going through the possibilities of what she could be hiding.

   "Are you two sweeties ready to order now?" A waitress asks while holding a pen and notepad. I didn't even notice her standing there until she spoke, why does (f/n) make me lose focus like that? I ask myself before returning my attention to the waitress.

   "Yes, thank you. I will have a cup of tea, a bowl of sugar cubes, and a piece of strawberry cake." I ramble off my order to the waitress as she writes everything down.

After taking my order, the waitress looks at (f/n) expectantly. After a while with no reply, the waitress clears her throat a little, catching the girl's attention.

   "Oh, uh...I want what he is having." (f/n) replies sheepishly while she smiles at the waitress and thanks her before turning back to me.

Hm...could she really like sweets as much as me? Do we have the same taste in dessert, or is she just trying to catch me off guard? So many questions... My thoughts trail off just as fast as they form, each question making me more curious than the first. I have to ask her! No, I can't. She can't know that I'm on to her, it would ruin everything. I should strike up a conversation though, just no asking her anything that could make her suspect me.

   "So..." I start, causing (f/n) to look up at me.

-----Reader's POV-----

You were sitting there, lost in your thoughts as usual, when you hear a commotion near the door to the cafe. You look up and realize that Ryuzaki had arrived, and apparently some woman had hit him with the door. The woman was apologizing profusely and Ryuzaki just mumbled something like 'it isn't a big deal'. A few moments later, Ryuzaki began walking over to the table you were sitting at. For some reason you grew more nervous the closer he got to you, you couldn't stop fidgeting so you stood up just as he got to the table.

   "Hello." You greeted with a small smile before curtsying.

   "It's nice to see you." Ryuzaki replied, nodding and then bowing slightly. You both quickly sat down and silence, as usual, filled the space between you two.

A curtsey? Who the F curtseys anymore!? You think to yourself, slightly panicking because of the way you greeted the dark eyed man. Ugh, he probably thinks I'm an idiot now! You scold yourself silently before hearing someone clear their throat. You look over to the waitress, her eyes focused on you expectantly. Ryuzaki must have already ordered, she must be waiting on me now.

   "Oh, uh...I want what he is having." You tell the waitress somewhat sheepishly. You give her a small smile before thanking her and turning back to face Ryuzaki.

Oh gosh, what did he order?? What if he ordered something I don't like? Or worse yet, what if he ordered something only he can get, like a Ryuzaki special or something? Ugh, he is definitely going to think I'm scatter brained, he probably thinks I can't think for myself! Your thoughts go wild, your mind telling you all of the ways you have screwed up so far on this little 'date'. Before your mind can drag you into another pity party though, your thoughts get interrupted.

   "So..." Ryuzaki speaks, causing you to look up into his dark eyes.  You wait for him to continue, but when he doesn't you nod your head slightly, urging him to keep talking.

   "So...did you plan this or was it an accident?" Ryuzaki asks, then seems caught off guard by his own words. Your eyes widen at his question before looking down just in case a pinkish tint tried to rise to your cheeks.

   "Well...I didn't plan it, but I'm glad it turned out this way..." You remark quietly, halfway hoping he didn't hear your answer. Ryuzaki's features changed back into their usual, emotionless expression as he simply nodded.

After a few moments of very awkward silence, the waitress from before brought yours and Ryuzaki's food and drink.

   "Here you two lovebirds go." The waitress said after she placed the tea cups and plates down. She smiled and sent you a small wink before turning and leaving. Your face grew warmer and you knew there was no way to hide the blush that had crept onto your cheeks. You glanced up at Ryuzaki who was just smirking to himself while placing a shocking amount of cubes of sugar into his tea.

   "Sweet tooth much?" You mumbled questioningly to yourself before you studied what Ryuzaki, and in turn you, had ordered. This surprisingly doesn't look too bad. You think to yourself as you examine the strawberry cake. Could probably do without all of that sugar though, you remark about the small bowl of around 20 sugar cubes. Well, no sense in starving I guess. Your mind states as you pick up the fork and take a bite of the cake.

   "This is amazing!" You say rather excitedly, causing Ryuzaki to stare at you. "Sorry." You giggle, shrugging off your sudden outburst. "It's just that this cake is very good."

   "Yes, it is. That is why I come here every morning for breakfast." The dark eyed man states, nodding in agreement to your statement.

So, he comes in here every morning huh? Well, I like this cake so well that I might start doing the same. You remark as a small, mischievous grin crosses your lips.